We're starting Write a Letter to Me. now, this season, because something has gone wrong with what we're calling correspondence. The faster everything got, the less of ourselves we put in it. The reply window shrank, and so did the reply. We want to know whether a slower kind of writing — paper, ink, four to six weeks — can still happen between strangers who would never otherwise have met.
We think it can. The idea is small: a young person somewhere in the world tells us where they are in life right now — a gap year, a first job, a quiet stretch, a loud one. We pair them with a writer who'd happily sit down at a kitchen table on a Sunday morning and write them a 200-word letter about something they actually know. Nobody is selling anything. Nobody is performing.
If you've ever wanted a small ritual to come back to — a real envelope, real handwriting, a stranger somewhere thinking only about you for an hour — this is what we're building. The first letters go out this summer. Yours might be one of them.